In the middle of the night, I got an anonymous answer, “The man left me to propose to her when the moon went home. I’m sorry.
The details of the proposal are the same as my boyfriend’s proposed recently.
Finally, the answerer swore he’d get his boyfriend back.
I wasn’t thinking too much.
Three months later, on my wedding day, my boyfriend took a phone call on the way to pick up and turned around.
Looking for his gap, I painted the answer and updated it:
“Today, he escaped for me. I’m sorry.
“The death of the moonlight, too. I’m sorry.
One.
Song Sheng’s wedding car showed up right outside my house at 8:00 in the morning.
He was dressed up in a suit, and he grew up against the light, and he took me into the wedding car in the wake of the wedding.
On my way to the hotel, I was still nervous and I kept confirming to him the process of the next wedding.
He kept his eyes on the window, and he was distracted.
I called him several names as if he had not heard.
His sister Chen Ching sent me several harassment messages:
“He was with me last night. I’m sorry.
“Guess, can you get married today? I’m sorry.
I wasn’t sure I was gonna be immune to her harassment.
Soon after the wedding, Song became cold.
When he discussed the wedding process together last night, he suddenly said he had to go to the company, and it took me three hours to get to bed on the couch.
I reached out to help him take his coat off, and he had instinctively retreated.
A little resistance, a little.
He twisted his eyebrow and went to the guest room without an explanation.
I couldn’t help thinking, did he regret it?
The wedding car suddenly went upside down and Song took me into his arms.
“All right?”
When I didn’t talk, he followed my eyes and saw those two texts.
“Don’t listen to her. I’m sorry.
Song Shukchi helped me to put my hair in my ear, and his abdomen slipped on my side,
“Hitch, I’ve liked you since high school, marrying you has been my dream. I’m sorry.
He has a clear eye, and I think there is really no need to question him for two words of one-sided provocation.
Song Sheng’s cell phone suddenly started ringing, he didn’t answer and probably Chen Ching again.
For the last time, Song couldn’t wait to pick up the phone.
Nothing was said across the street, and suddenly his look had risen.
Looks like they hung up over there.
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
Song Shih-sun stares at the screen, keeps calling back, and then pulls the door.
“Hitch, I’ve got some urgent business to take care of. Go to the hotel and make up. I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
I didn’t wait for my reaction, and I had to get out of the car.
The door was pulled open for a second and I stopped him.
“It’s Chen Ching, right?”
Song Shih-sun didn’t admit it, nor denied it.
I looked at him, and suddenly my heart hanged.
The main wedding car was parked on the side of the road, and all of the dozens of pick-up cars in the back were parked.
The bridesmaid’s bridesmaids got out of the car, and some of the popular roadmen came in.
“What happened? Is this a runaway? I’m sorry.
“Ah-ha-ha-ha, it looks like I’m going to take a picture of my friends. I’m sorry.
Countless curiosity and drama have fallen on us.
Song Shih-suk seems to careless, calling Chen Ching repeatedly and stopping a taxi is about to get in.
The pain in my heart was a little sharp, and I was unconsciously holding his sleeve, and his voice was shaking.
“Song Sheng, today’s our wedding. Everyone’s waiting for us at the hotel. Do you know what this means? I’m sorry.
But he just hesitated for a moment.
A best man thought we had a fight. He came to talk to him.
“There’s something you can’t say. Listen to me, get married first. If you really go, how can you let a girl face all that gossip? I’m sorry.
Song’s face doesn’t look like it.
He broke my hand a little bit, and he even pushed me.
I was pushed to the ground.
My best friend got me up in a hurry and got me angry.
“Song Sheng, what did you say when you proposed? You said you’d be nice to Hsi for the rest of your life. I’m sorry.
Song Shen Dynasty has finally got a twilight on his face.
“I don’t know where Chen is right now. I’m afraid she’s crazy. Something’s gonna happen. I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
My best friend can’t help but cry for me, “What the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell is your wife? I’m sorry.
Song looked at me and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
And that part of the chest grew so heavy that the tears fell down.
“Song Sheng, if you leave today, I will never forgive you. I’m sorry.
Song paused for a while and left without returning to his head.
Two.
Look at his back, and I’m in a trance.
A lot of people say I’m Song’s moonlight.
But in high school, I was in love with him.
Then my mother sent me out of the country, and it was only six months ago that we met again.
After three rounds of wine, the captain was completely drunk and pointed at me and shouted, “Do you know that Song Sheng waited for five years for you? I’m sorry.
Later, our relationship, which had been unexpectedly completed for many years, became a good word in the circle of friends of old classmates.
But the years of absence have left me with little knowledge of Song’s dark past.
Three months ago, I brushed an answer.
The answerer anonymously shared the love story of a five-year boyfriend who abandoned her and proposed to the White Moon.
The details of the proposal are almost exactly the same as the one that Song had prepared for me.
The point is, the answer to Lee’s boyfriend’s alias, SCZ, is perfect for Song’s abbreviation.
I found Song Sheng’s friend and struck him in the back and asked about his relationship all these years.
That was the first time I knew Chen Ching existed.
In the picture that my friend showed me, she was pretty, smiled, and she was like me in four or five.
It’s not like that friend of mine is talking too much.
“The daughter of Chen Ching, a mentor at that time, has been haunting him for years, but he has refused. I’m sorry.
I believed that Chen Ching was just a one-sided beating.
But it is difficult for me not to think much about today’s sanctuaries, together with the harassment texts that have been made available to me.
So I lit that answer.
It just happened a few minutes ago:
“Today, he escaped for me. I’m sorry.
“The death of the moonlight, too. I’m sorry.
3
I canceled the wedding.
Less than half an hour later, Song Sheng reportedly returned.
But he couldn’t see me.
Evacuate the guests. I left the wedding in the morning.
Another mover was found to move out of Song Sheng’s house.
When everything’s packed, it’s already night. I saw the late Song Sheng.
“Don’t go. “I can explain. I’m sorry.
Close enough, I smell a light female perfume, not my usual.
The mood turned in the chest and I threw his hand away.
SONG SONG SUMMITED A DEEP GREESE CUTS AND A DEEP FREE BLOOD,
“She said that if I didn’t go, I would jump off the 32nd floor. I’m sorry.
“I assure you, only this time, next time I will definitely…”
“So?” I looked up at him, and I said, “So I deserve to be abandoned and my wedding to be destroyed, right? I’m sorry.
Song was silent for a moment, “Hitch, you know I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.
In the middle of a fight, my phone suddenly rings.
It’s my mother. Grandma, who lives in the country, fell and is still in the county hospital.
After Mom and Dad divorced, I almost grew up with Grandma.
When I heard the news, I was desperate.
SONG held my hand and stood up to get the car keys while consoling.
“Don’t worry, I’ll drive you back to the country. I’m sorry.
I looked at him through a fog in my eyes and noded his head.
There was a sudden bang outside the door.
Open the door and it’s Chen Ching.
Once on someone else’s phone, she was seen for the first time.
We do have a few things in common.
“When I woke up, I found out you weren’t around. I was so scared. I’m sorry.
And he turned away from Our presence, and looked upon Song with a pitiful look, and stretched out his hand to hold his arm, while he turned away from it in indifference.
“What, now it’s like to be on her side. I’m sorry.
“It’s clear that I was with you…”
She shuts up and smiles at me.
I heard you canceled the wedding today. Congratulations. I’m sorry.
“You’re sick now. “Song Sheng used a obnoxious tone to say a word to Chen Jing, “Go away. I’m sorry.
Chen’s face was white for a moment and he said,
“Now it’s raining so hard. I have a cold. Will you rest here? I’m sorry.
SONG QUEIZED, “JUNG CHUNG, THE PLAYING OF DISTRIBUTION, YOU used it three months ago. I’m sorry.
He held my hand, and his voice returned to me, “Hitch, let’s go. I’m sorry.
Chan’s sharp and desperate voice rings in the quiet hallway,
“Song Sheng, you said you’d forgotten her. You said you had feelings for me. I’m sorry.
Song’s heads are down and he doesn’t know what to think.
I pulled my hand out of his hand.
“I don’t need you to give me a ride. I’ll take a cab to the top. I’m sorry.
When I walked out of the neighborhood, I looked back and Song Shih-suk didn’t come back.
4
The rain was pouring out, and a fog was splattered on the roof of the house, and the rain was blown to the body by the wind and the ice was stinging.
It’s hard to get to the car.
The more anxious I was, the more I was on the phone, the more I kept sending messages about my mother’s grandmother, the less I noticed.
Someone took me from behind and looked back at me.
“Don’t be strong. It’s important to see Grandma now. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t come after him because I drove out of the parking lot. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and I was just about to say something, and Chen was chasing him from afar.
All wet and ticking water beads fell along her long hair, fragile and crazy.
“Song Sheng. Her voice is mute.
Song is staring at her.
Neither of them spoke again.
The one who rained was her, but I was all wet and my clothes became cold and heavy armor, and I couldn’t breathe.
“I’ll send her an umbrella. “Sun Sheng opened up and took an umbrella out of the car.
Chen Jing was suddenly covering his chest and fell straight down.
I haven’t heard from you yet. The umbrella that Song Shenk put up in my hand has already passed.
He picked up Chen Jing and grabbed him in the car carefully, so he had to roll the window and explain to me.
“Hitch, Chen Jing has a heart attack and is in the rain. I’m afraid she’ll have to go to the hospital right away.”
The sound of the car rushing followed, and there seemed to be no hesitation.
And there’s a sound that quickly faded in the rain, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
And when I got to the hospital in the country, it was 2:00 p.m. the next day.
I’ve been called twice, my mom’s phone calls, but it’s a little late.
I didn’t see Grandma last time.
The old man, who was alive yesterday, was covered with a cold white cloth, and my mother wept in the arms of her stepfather.
I’m standing still and my head is buzzing.
The phone suddenly rings.
Chan Ching again.
She sent me two harassment messages and a few pictures.
In the context of the hospital, it is apparent that there is a very good independent ward.
The first picture is the legs of a white girl, apparently Chen Ching.
The other angle was like a camera, and Song’s back stood to the camera and changed his clothes, clearly seeing a red scratch on the back.
It’s fresh, and it’s leaking out of it.
“Guess what we just did? I’m sorry.
5
There were many people coming on the day of mourning, and Grandma’s remains were set in the middle of a long table at the end of the hall of God.
She is looking at me with a familiar, merciful and all-inclusive look.
I feel like I saw my parents get divorced when I was a child, and neither of them wanted my custody, and my grandmother put me in her arms, and said she wanted me.
And it’s like I saw a video with my grandmother telling her that Song Sheng proposed to me and she cried with me.
“Song’s a good kid. He used to come to visit me in the country all these years. I’m sorry.
On the eve of the wedding, Grandma got sick and couldn’t make it.
I was depressed those days.
Song touched my hair, “We could have two weddings, Chinese and Western. Chinese is at Grandma’s house. Don’t get upset, okay? I’m sorry.
Grandma was so excited when she found out, “Come on, Song, Grandma’s got a plum, and Hitch’s dad tried to drink it. I’m sorry.
She really likes Song Sheng.
So on the day of the cancellation of the wedding, Grandma sent me a micro-letter, carefully asking me what happened.
I don’t know how to say it, but it didn’t come back.
Tears fell from the corner of our mouth, and I watched a guest come to the offering.
When I went to wash my face, a familiar noise came in my ear, “Hitch, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
It’s Song Shen.
“I didn’t know what was going on that day.”
I slapped him so hard.
He’s dark, his throat rolls, “Hitch, I didn’t take care of everything before, and I’ll be with you from now on. I’m sorry.
Looking at the pain in his eyes, thinking about what the nurse said to me the other day,
“The old man’s been waiting for you for half an hour.”
Grandma lost her breath half an hour before I arrived.
I just think the heart’s sore, it’ll burst in the next second and turn around and walk outside.
But Song held my wrist tight.
Thinking that emotions can be contained, or is this the moment when things go wrong?
“What were you and Chen doing at the hospital the day Grandma died? I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch.
I’ll text him the harassment text on my phone.
“You told me Chen Ching was your sister, you left me to choose her over and over again, just to fear that something might happen to her. I’m sorry.
“Now what? Are you just a sister?”
It just seemed like Song Sheng-suk said, “I’m really nothing to her. I’m sorry.
He’s got a tight line down and his eyes cooled.
“I wanted to come to you the other day, and she threatened me with a fruit knife on her wrist, and in the middle of the dispute my back was cut with her fingernails. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t understand why she did it at the time. I’m sorry.
“Do you think I’ll believe you?”
Song’s eyebrow flashes out.
“We’ve broken up, you go. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say a word to him until the funeral was over.
Six.
The company had a lot to do, and my mother and stepfather went back the day after their grandmother was buried.
I opened a small gallery in the city. It was a free trade. I said hi to my assistant.
Song Sheng didn’t go back.
And every morning We shall see at the door a radiant rose, and he shall stand not far by the door, and his eyes shall be upon me.
I love sweets. He makes a dessert every afternoon.
But I always gave roses and sweets to the children of the village in front of him.
It seems to prove something. When Chen called again to threaten to commit suicide, I heard his indifferent voice, “Then die.” I’m sorry.
She turned around and texted me her new phone number:
“You think you won? Stop dreaming. I’m sorry.
“He loves only me, only me! I’m sorry.
On weekends, Song Qing was not around, and I went to Grandpa’s studio.
It’s still the same, clean and clean, full of water paint and light plants.
In high school, this was a secret base for me and Song. He was my model.
Grandma told me that every time Song went back to visit her, she would come to the studio and spend the night.
But I’m here today because the neighbors accidentally told me something.
“That day I went to the studio with your grandmother to pick up her things, and it was as if she was talking to someone with her cell phone. She was not happy, she was breathing in her chest, and she fell without notice. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s phone should be in the studio.
7
The phone fell into a paper platter and I found it.
But I never thought I’d end up talking to Grandma.
I can’t believe it.
On the same day, she wrote to him, “Song, what’s going on? I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch.
Five minutes later, Grandma made a video call.
The call time shows a minute.
Song Sheng hung up the phone.
Grandma seemed to have seen something, and several voice questions were raised.
“Who is that woman next to you? I’m sorry.
“What are you doing now? “There is an incomprehensible sense of embarrassment and implausible anger in the voice.
“How can you afford Heshi?” I’m sorry.
Grandma’s voice has been stained with tears.
I stare at the screen, and suddenly I hear a long, painful, familiar, female scream in my ear.
It’s coming from upstairs.
The thunder came out of the window, and it was deafening, covering the voice of women.
I only hear the sound of my heart, and the sound is larger than the sound.
– Grandma said she later gave Song Sheng the spare key to the studio.
– I didn’t see Song’s body today.
Something’s blowing up inside.
A great fear has surrounded me.
I was slow, rigid, step by step.
There are two familiar faces on the redwood floor.
“Why didn’t you do it downstairs today? I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid of tarnishing your secret base? Or are you afraid your Hitch might break in? I’m sorry.
Chen Qing, with his heavy arms, laughed, “Do you know how hypocritical you are? I’m sorry.
“You told me that she used to paint you here in high school. I’m sorry.
“For the first time since you brought me here three years ago, every place here has been completely defiled. I’m sorry.
The lightning continues, hitting Song in the cold and indifferent but in the colorful face.
And Chen Qing sat on him, and bowed his head on his lips,
“In fact, you want her to come in right now and see it with her own eyes. I’m sorry.
“Having in front of someone you like is more exciting, right? I’m sorry.
Song Shih-sun did not speak, and the paint We painted in the drawing room was painted with him in a row.
I got sick from my stomach and threw up on the railing.
When I’m done spitting, the room dies silent.
I look up and I look at Song’s eyes.
8
Hitch.
I saw clearly that Song’s eyes were a little confused, confused and afraid.
And there’s a slight, undetectable, secret desire to satisfy.
I thought maybe I never knew Song Sheng.
When I was in high school, I made up with a girl for painting.
I just pushed the door of the classroom down that day with a cold-water pocket.
I grew up early and put wet clothes on my body, and I felt all the way from everywhere, laughing, and a little unkind look.
“Don’t be afraid. “It wasn’t you who should be afraid.” I’m sorry.
He took me to the monitor, pulled the girl out and told the headmaster to apologize to me in public.
At the time, he said, “It’s the responsibility of the captain. I’m sorry.
And then I used to give him milk, and he put down the pen, and he looked at me, and he said, “I hear you paint well? I’m sorry.
I stopped in my heart for a moment and noded my head in half, “The painting’s the best, the sketch’s good. I’m sorry.
“Then send me a painting. He laughed.
I took Song Sheng to the studio where Grandpa left me before he died and I painted him.
A warm yellow light spreads on top of his head, with his elbows on his back, and his thin, long legs stretching forward, more than usual cold, with a proper laziness.
For two and a half hours, those dark eyes looked at me like that.
When I got back, he stopped drinking for me and said, “Long time no see. I’m sorry.
He doesn’t seem to have changed. He’s quiet, he’s cold, he’s self-sufficient.
The first night we lived together, he held me from behind, wet and hot breath sprayed in my earlids, “Hitch, we’re finally together. I’m sorry.
The tails, with an exhilarating tremor, remain calm.
Even now, he’s doing this in my studio and Chen Qing, and he’s still dressed up with no change in his face.
But I felt disgusting and dirty.
“I’ve finally been caught.” I’m sorry.
Chen got up laughing and looked for a big shirt, and I looked in my eyes, and I said, “Hoshi. You’ll never beat me. I’m sorry.
“What if you’re the white moon that he can’t forget? I’ve been with him all these years, and I’m the one who’s been with him. She smiled, “It’s me who can comfort him.” I’m sorry.
“So what if I say no, if I hook my finger, he can’t leave me.” I’m sorry.
She stepped on the floor with her bare feet, on my paint, on my paint, on her brush, one step at a time.
“On the night before your wedding, on your wedding day, except on the day your grandmother died, me and him both…”
Her chest got so emotional, I slapped her with my hands up.
Chen covered his face for a few seconds and then jumped at me screaming.
Song was holding on to her wrists and scolding, “Enough. I’m sorry.
“What if I have to fight back today?” I’m sorry.
“You can try. “The sound of Song’s sank is cold, her back is broken, like she’s gonna crush her wrist.”
Chen Qing looked pale and looked at him like he didn’t know him, and took his clothes silently.
The house was quiet for a while.
“Hitch. “Do you hate me?” I’m sorry.
9
“I wish I could kill you right away. I’m laughing.
Even talking to him is disgusting.
“I only ask you one thing. I’m sorry.
I tried to contain my emotions and shivered my grandmother’s phone on him.
“Why did you answer Grandma’s video call on the wedding day? If she didn’t know about you and Chen Ching, she wouldn’t be upset, maybe she wouldn’t be wrestling. I’m sorry.
“Song Sheng, what did Grandma do wrong? I’m sorry.
Song Sheng picked up Grandma’s phone, the whole person stopped and then took out his cell phone, which seems to be matching.
“Hitch. My name is almost from the throat, “I really don’t know about this.” I’m sorry.
“I have no record here. I’m sorry.
“It should have been Chen Jing who connected the video and then deleted the record. I’m sorry.
“Hitch, you believe me.”
Song’s throat was rolling so hard, I first saw him panic.
“I couldn’t have told her this on purpose, like my family these years.”
I just thought it was funny to interrupt him in cold blood. I’m sorry.
“What difference does it make between you and one of hers?” I’m sorry.
Song is so pale.
Looking at this familiar and strange face, the chest is sorely filled with hate that I really don’t understand.
“Why were you with me when you liked her already? I’m sorry.
“They all say, ‘I am your moon,’ and say, ‘I have waited five years for you,’ and say, ‘When you were in a car accident,’ I’m sorry.
“It’s practical. You’ve been hanging out with Chen Jing for five years, not a couple, but you’ve done what the couple did. I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath and said, “You said you loved me, and your actions and choices were all biased against her. I’m sorry.
“Now, you’ve just had sex with her, and you’re going to do it for me. I’m sorry.
“You don’t like me, you don’t like her, you only love yourself. I’m sorry.
Song looked at me and moved his lips, but said nothing.
Wretched in anger and desolation, and suddenly We were weary.
“Song Sheng, the last thing I regret in my life is to meet you. I’m sorry.
10
That day, Song was silent for a long time, “Hee-hee, you hate me. I’m sorry.
“But give me a chance to redeem myself, and I will take care of you instead of my grandmother.”
I threw the glass directly at him.
Song is not running away, leaving his glass to fall on his head, bleeding.
The next day, Song Sheng returned to the company.
It was not his decision to give up, but to go back and deal with his and Chen Ching scandals.
Last night, before I went upstairs, I turned on the security camera on the second floor, and the phone pressed the tape.
I packaged the video and audio recordings to Song Shen Sheng and Chen Ching’s company.
As a result of the scandal that had arisen during the promotion period, Song ‘ s company quickly gave competing posts to colleagues he had never dealt with.
When he came to power, he was informed of the loopholes in several contracts for which he was responsible, and Song is still under audit.
Chen Ching is a red-hot broadcaster and takes his reputation more seriously.
Her fans were turned off, and she was criticized and privately trusted every day.
She also received negative feedback on her ads, saying “What’s the good thing that Xiao San recommended?” “Buy this and look for Xiao San,” and so on.
On the day I returned to the gallery, Song Sheng called me on his friend’s number and kept quiet for a while.
“Hitch, Chen Jing told me to tell you that she had really accidentally pressed the connection and then she hung up. She knew she was in trouble, so she deleted the chat. I’m sorry.
I just feel ridiculous.
It’s a loss of heart.
Grandma lost her life because of her heartlessness, and she lost her life without even going to prison.
The world is really unfair.
Six months later, I went to Sanya writing.
The white waves, the sun like a tattered twilight, floating on the surface of the sea, seem to drive away all sorrow and gloom.
Grandma loves Sanya, but she hasn’t been there in her life.
And We filled Grandma’s ashes with small bottles, and took Grandma to Sanya.
“Hosee, give it.” Jiang Li gave me a cup of juice, bended over and looked at my board, and laughed, “It’s me? I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I bet, “You look good. I’m sorry.
People who work in the arts always pay a great deal of attention to good-looking things, like the old Song Shik, like the present one.
I met him on the plane.
I fell asleep, my head slipped on his shoulder, and he didn’t wake me up and used his shoulder as a pillow for me.
Then we got off the plane, we got the same cab, and then we found each other in the same hotel.
“It’s a good thing. “I live in 407. I’m sorry.
I’m silent, “408. I’m sorry.
Right on the door.
Jiang Li’s sketch is done. I took a picture of the board, and it’s in the gallery studio.
“The sketch, I’m more handsome. I’m sorry.
Because the face of Jiang Li is so impressive, there are so many praises, and there is a rapid increase in commentary.
“I want to see pictures of the handsome man himself! Please! I’m sorry.
“Save me, 40 degrees high, without Broven, the picture of the handsome is the last hope of getting me out of the fever. I’m sorry.
I’ve told Jiang Lian their request.
“Does this help you? I’m sorry.
I shrugged my shoulder, “Perhaps it was powder?” Then the studio order more. They just want to see how different I’m drawing. I’m sorry.
Jiang Li was very sincere in saying, “If I can help you, I agree. I’m sorry.
As soon as the photos were sent, the hymns and the comments were so high, I flipped and found someone here to comment:
“Who is he?”
It’s Song Shen.
Eleven.
Song Shih-sun appeared when Jiang Li helped me with sunscreen.
“Are you girls so afraid of tan?” “Ei Li sprayed the spray on my back, softly smote it with his fingertips and coughed it down, “I’m still giving the girl a first time.”
“Hitch. A cold voice broke his words.
And I raised my head, and Song stood not far from the sea in silence, and the lip petals made a cold arc.
Are you done? “I didn’t look at him again, I asked Jiang Li.
It took me two rounds between Song and Shengji, and smiled softly. I’m sorry.
“Then I’ll go swimming first. I’m sorry.
I said hi to Jiang Li, walking by Song Sheng, swimming into the sea.
He followed me, came to me, and he laughed. I’m sorry.
I put my head up on the surface, down the street, “The enemy.” I’m sorry.
“The enemy. “My sister also treated her ex-boyfriend as an enemy, and now she still remembers him.” I’m sorry.
And look at me right away, like I’m afraid I’m mistaken. I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
He seems to have something else to say, and I suddenly grabbed his drinky arm. I’m sorry.
“I think I have a leg cramp. I’m sorry.
Jiang Li’s face slightly changed, reaching out to my neck and calves, and drawing attention to the water surface.
He held me from staring at Song, and went back under the beach umbrella, rubbing me in a little bit, and his voice was dumb.
“Does it hurt?”
I was staring at him in the dark and soft, and I felt like the dog my grandmother had, and I had a little twirling, “It didn’t hurt. I’m sorry.
At night, I sent a message to Jiang Li that my room’s wind dryer was broken and asked if I could borrow his room.
We had a long, warm kiss in his room.
When I came out in red, I saw standing at my door, pale-faced Song.
“For six months, I can’t forget you. I’m sorry.
“I haven’t met Chen Ching once in six months. I’m sorry.
“I love you. “He breathed and sank, staring at my red and bloated lips, and all the words that appeared were so obscure, “Hee-hy, don’t be with anyone else. I’m sorry.
I looked at him in cold blood, and I said, “Song Siu, you don’t love me, I’m just a young man. I’m sorry.
“You get it, you don’t care. I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not. No offense. I’m sorry.
The voice of Song Shih is so low and indescribable.
“We studied together, we fed the stray cats together, and I knew you liked dessert, and you were afraid of chili, because your step-in-law made cake out of pepper. I was a sketch model for you alone, and then I promised to practice pens for a boy who studied painting, and you suddenly got so sulky and didn’t talk to me for days. We also agreed to go to college together. We were so understanding that everyone said we were a good match, how could we not be love. I’m sorry.
“That day you kissed me while I was asleep and you whispered, “Your lips are so soft. I was blushing, but you thought I was hot and ran to the air conditioner in the studio. I’m sorry.
“I’d like to wait for the next day to officially confess to you, but you didn’t come to school. I’m sorry.
“Grandmother came to school to tell me you had no choice. Your stepbrother was screaming about going abroad to learn music, but another man was afraid and forced you to go with her. Grandma said that you were pathetic and had little right to speak at home because the step-daughter had to abandon all friends and familiar social circles to a place that was completely unknown and that she didn’t like. And then I decided, no matter how long it took you to come back. I’m sorry.
My heart suddenly hurts, tears come out, “But you didn’t wait. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, “Song Sheng, you didn’t wait for me. I’m sorry.
“It’s Chen Ching who’s been with you all these years, you’ve been used to her, so you can’t say no to her once and for all. I’m sorry.
Song’s lips shivering, “I don’t like her, I just think she’s exciting. I’m sorry.
“Stimulation? I’m sorry.
“I had a very serious car accident three years ago, and I almost died. I called you abroad before I went into a coma, and you hung up without mercy. I’m sorry.
“My phone was stolen. * I’m looking down.
Song’s back seems to be shaking.
“After I was hurt, I went to the studio, drank a lot of wine, and Chen Qing didn’t know when she was coming. I thought she was you. I’m sorry.
“You guys started that night? I’m sorry.
“Only that night at first. “Song’s grumpy eyebrow suddenly passed, and he seemed to want to smoke, but he still didn’t smoke, “and she looked at your tweets every day, dressed like you, even smiling at the angle. I’m sorry.
“But what, in my mind, there are many alternatives, you only have one. I’m sorry.
“She’s easy, she’ll laugh and ask me if I’m going to paint on her and dirty her, but you’re not. You’re clean, fragile, pure princess in my heart. I can’t even rub your back. I’m sorry.
Song closed his eyes and couldn’t say whether he was mocking or anything.
“She committed suicide on the day of the wedding, and when I got there, she threw me on the couch, tore me up in the morning and kissed me while complaining that you were too tight. I’m sorry.
“The thought of my moment was, if you knew, it would be sad. It’s not as clean as it looks. I’m sorry.
The sound of Song’s sank suddenly choked.
“I regret it. I’m sorry.
“Today I saw that Jiang Li hugged you and looked at you rubbing his hair softly, like my heart was pierced by a million pins, run over by countless wheels, a few points more painful than in a car accident. I’m sorry.
“We’re close to getting married. I’m sorry.
“I was even thinking, if only Chen Ching had never appeared, if only she had killed herself. Then none of this will happen. I’m sorry.
His eyes were red and he kneeled.
“Hitch, give me another chance to forgive me, okay? I’m sorry.
I cry in peace, “You jump out of here and go see Grandma now. Grandma forgives you, I forgive you. I’m sorry.
Song is just sad to look at me.
My lips are full of sarcasm and contempt, “Don’t you want me to forgive you? I’m sorry.
“Song Sheng, I don’t love you anymore. I’m sick of hating you. I’m sorry.
“Maybe I’ll be with someone else later, organize a family, not you. I’m sorry.
“From the moment you left me on the way to the kiss, from the moment Grandma died, we’ll never be able to do it. I’m sorry.
And the more We wipe our tears with our hands, the more we wipe them, as if it had been strangling in the chest for a long time, and then the heart was crushed.
“Do you know what Grandma picked up that day in the studio? I’m sorry.
“Plum wine. Your favorite plum wine. I’m sorry.
“She thought we were just having a fight, and she thought she’d take out the plum and drink it when we got back for the Chinese wedding. I’m sorry.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Song lays his hands on his face, tears flow out of his fingers and his shoulders tremble like a leaf on the deep autumn branch that will be shivering.
“I don’t want to see you again. I’m sorry.
I said.
Close the door, I lay behind my eyes for a while.
He doesn’t love this man anymore, but he just said what I was.
Those who used to be like a gentle knife, stabbed in a human heart or sharp or bluntly, were killed more than they were directly.
After a while, I sent the recording to Chen Ching.
During these six months, Chen Ching has been harassed by hyenas, and the man has tried to mistreat her several times. She was met by someone who said that she seemed mentally disturbed.
Every time Song Sheng sent me a request for a request for a retweet, I sent her a letter of loyalty.
Just like she texted me before, Fung Shui rotated.
I never wanted to make her feel better.
I just didn’t think it seemed like the last straw to overwhelm the camel.
At noon the next day, when I checked out, Chen came to me with a fruit knife.
Hitch! I’m sorry.
And suddenly it was dark, and someone held me.
It’s the sound of a knife and a familiar hum.
The security forces finally responded by building up Chen Jing, who is still here.
People are panicking around, beating 110 and calling an ambulance.
I watched with dismay as Song fell on the ground and could not react.
Blood leaked through his abdomen’s fingers and dyed with large white shirts, and he seemed to be trying to call me by my name, but was in pain.
Gradually, his pupils lost focus and his hands fell down.
End
Song Sheng was seriously stabbed, and Chen Ching ‘ s behaviour constituted intentional homicide and was sentenced to 10 years ‘ imprisonment.
It was later heard that Chen Ching had been in conflict with someone in prison, had his eyes pierced, had been smitten, had been confused and had lost his life.
Song was resting for half a year because of the spinal cord injury, which caused paralysis in the lower half of the body and could later be in a wheelchair.
I saw him in a coma in his bed, and I said, “The punishment. I’m sorry.
His eyelashes seemed to tremble but did not wake up.
Song’s actions to save me will not be a source of gratitude to me, but a source of gratitude, and, indeed, deserve it.
After all, I could have avoided it myself.
I went to see him at the hospital once in six months.
Jiang Li is my boyfriend now.
Every time we go by, Song is generally reading in silence, and he has not shown any breakdown or sadness at his paralysis, as if he had accepted it in good faith.
He seems to be the young man who’s always on my side.
Just occasionally, sometimes I see him staring at his legs.
But it was just a moment.
I told Song Sheng to get married the day he got out of hospital.
He waited a long time to say, “When? I’m sorry.
Next Saturday. I’m sorry.
“How fast? I’m sorry.
I smiled with my belly, “I’m pregnant. I’m sorry.
He stayed longer.
Leigh called out my name outside the door, and I turned around and I was called by Song.
“Hitch. I’m sorry.
I looked back, “Hmm?”
Song’s eyes were low and he didn’t look at me. “I dreamed of Grandma last night. That’s the first time she’d want to be in my dream. I’m sorry.
I said, “Hmm.”
“I asked Grandma a question. Will she forgive me? I’m sorry.
I’m just a little…
I’ve told him, “Grandmother forgives you, I forgive you. I’m sorry.
I hesitated. I’m sorry.
Song raised his head, with some undisguised sadness, and he laughed, “No forgiveness. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I just turned around, and I was stopped.
“But Grandma asked me to bring you a message. I’m sorry.
I didn’t look back, I went straight back, I walked towards the door. I’m sorry.
The sound of Song Shih is coming from behind me.
“Happy wedding. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
